Soul Shower - Pursuit S 428

If you were to board a rocket ship in Ft. Lauderdale and shoot 62 miles into the air, you would cross what’s known as the Kármán line, the boundary between Earth’s atmosphere and outer space. You’d be untethered from mortal coils in a real sense, with gravities both physical and emotional no longer in play. And your existence would simultaneously become alien and intensely familiar. Such is the transcendental power of world-exiting travel. But if you boarded another kind of rocket ship, the 51-knot Pursuit S 428, and headed almost exactly 62 miles southeast of

Lauderdale, you’d arrive in Bimini—a place that can feel like a separate planet unto itself. For over a century, the twin islands have produced a gravitational pull all their own, attracting generationally talented writers and artists, as well as political leaders and gangsters (sometimes one and the same).

We boarded the S 428 at the Bahia Mar Marina in Ft. Lauderdale in the quiet hour just before sunrise. After a long preparation period involving Pursuit’s marketing team and photographer Marc Montocchio—including a last-minute, anxiety-inducing scramble to make sure we all had Covid test results within a brief window of travel—I felt a palpable sense of relief when we finally untied the lines and puttered through a grove of towering megayachts on our way out to sea.